I wish my senses were dulled to a haze

I was feeling quite a bit angsty.

I wish my senses were dulled to a haze.

My heart sings bleeding, my brain fraught ablaze.

Pallid dreams aren’t dispensed in pastel sleep,

For daily rituals lend pain; I weep.

Porcelain kisses on my speckeled skin,

A treasure I’d treasure with mine own kin,

Are wont to release in sweet nothing air;

Impoverished scents lent to those more fair.

Upsetting obsession, fixating love

In a place in a sorrowful hope of

Replastered value. Lend to me, my dear,

My wisdom and spotless vessel, your ear.

Eternal sunshine, the halcyon gaze,

Unfurls in nightmare in relentless ways.

Paisely-clad and decadence-jeweled, I stay

In masochistic rivers of tears. Days

Reclassify themsleves into nocturnes,

And ticks upon endless tocks of clock-turns

Notify of myself, a sad mistake;

Revolving rubber in a blue-less lake.